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Jill is definitely the type to have a black North Face backpack ugh it’s so hot like she's so practical and cool, but again maybe I’m just biased because my campus is built on hills and so everyone has that brand of backpack or at least some kinda hiking backpack.

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Steel and Spice | Part I

Older Jill, who comes to fetch you upon landing in NYC, another family friend you have never met before. She's reserved but nonetheless welcoming, and forever amused by your determination to get no help. She insists you come crash at her place instead of staying at a hotel in NYC. She gets a little offended and even angry at the idea of your parents suggesting you stay with other family friends instead of her. Jill texts your parents directly and influences them so easily that, a few days later, you find yourself at her place instead.

The type of woman who would preach to you about stranger danger, then get a little pissed and hurt when you are a bit closed off, all out of good intentions and a sense of proper boundaries and respect. Someone who forces you to use her facilities, tells you to request whatever you need and happily obliges, all to make you comfortable. The type to leave her door open, then call you into her room to talk because apparently she can’t hear you, all with the intention of making you comfortable coming into her bedroom (no pun intended). She washes her bedsheets more often now, ever since you remarked how fresh they always seemed, hoping to see you pounce and lay on her bed once more, like a fly into her web.

You come back to her apartment early one day, only to find Jill, who had said she was at work. You stand there frozen, wide-eyed with your giant Victoria’s Secret shopping bag, not sure whether to run or just smile. Jill stays calm and shakes her head, reaching out her hand and asking you to let her take a look. You take the opportunity to run, but she isn’t joking around. She chases after you, catching you within seconds from behind, latching onto your stomach and hovering over you as she crumples your bag and snatches it away. She immediately opens it and loudly says wtf at the sight of the lingerie, picking one out to mock you for how it was "just strings." She holds you firmly by the arm when you try to take it back, looking down at you, entertained, in awe, and happy, because now she has something to use against you.

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hiiii I hope this request finds you when you’re not busy and when you’re in the mood to write!!!! I was wondering if you’d write a cute fic or blurb about older Jill and the BSAA newest intern or receptionist that’s got a not so subtle crush on Jill?

Heyy thank you for the request this is a kyute one 🌻 I can never get enough of older Jill. Also sorry it took a while I got caught up with summer finals and travel.

Quiet thuds of boots, so soft, yet you still looked up. Tall, brunette, with a piercing gaze that made you stare long with no shame. You weren’t the only one staring anyway.

That was two months ago. Now you try to rein it in, because she’s caught you twice already. Soon you’ll be working directly under her, and you don’t want to overstep any boundaries. But it’s hard to stay calm around her, she radiates an energy that draws you in. Undeniably attractive, she seems to sense your nerves too. Jill Valentine isn’t the type to smile, but she knows how to stare. As much as you want to keep your pride and be the last to break eye contact, you always lose. She’s so intimidating yet alluring that sometimes you wish she wouldn’t come to work, because she completely derails your entire plan.

Jill isn’t the type to give someone a break just because they have a crush on her. Not that she really knows, at least not yet, but she has noticed your stares, and the blush that one Friday when she complimented your handwriting. Otherwise, nothing much, which is reasonable, you aren’t even under her. So of course you make the most of any time you do get with her, trying to break the ice, asking questions she answers but rarely continues.

She knows how to make sure you learn, asking questions that make you really think. Because of her, you’ve started getting attention in your own department, though really you just want attention from her. Still, it helped a little, word must have spread, because now Jill is the one asking the questions. She knows you have something for her, but she can’t quite confirm it yet. One day wasn’t enough, so she keeps probing, watching your reactions. Now she knows.

She doesn’t back down from her comments when you do something wrong, but she does pay more attention to you. She checks your fingers when you move a little too fast, scolds you when you joke about how late you slept, unapologetically cuts off conversations you are having with a male colleague and pulls you away, and guides you by the shoulders or hands when you are off track.

More and more you crave her touch, unknowingly brushing her arm when she makes you laugh and gently poking her when she isn’t paying attention to you. Your presence becomes comforting to her, and both of you enjoy being around each other. You ask for more tasks, making copies or going to the other building, just to see her. She is always happy to see you, even if she doesn’t show it much. She notices how happy you make her and accepts her feelings for you, while making mental notes not to overstep your boundaries and of course the organization’s.

That’s why she tries to prevent you from coming over so much. She wants this to continue and doesn’t want to risk your professional experience. She knows how to take the lead on this. She gently reminds you, although you always think she is growing fed up with you. You reduce your interactions with her, a little heartbroken, cautious, and understanding.

Jill notices and feels a little bad. She tries to win back your trust by treating you. She already knows what you like. She adjusts your uniform, pulling you in front of her, touches the fabric, presses a little too hard on your shoulders, and fidgets with your necklace for so long that you have to smile and stop her because your ears are already visibly red. You roll your eyes at her when she notices and laughs.

One day, in the cafe downstairs, she asks:

"You seeing anyone?"

"No, why-"

"Great, or I'll find a way to fire you."

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Back in NYC, which only means NYC Jill.

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Flyin back tonight for my studies, > 20 hours red-eye flight, gonna get some writin done.

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Gonna write bout a certain flirty, cheeky STARS member very soon

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When Jill Valentine

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How reader looks at Jill when she's busy in her office

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my baby :3

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There’s absolutely no way Jill doesn’t know how fuckin hot she is.

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I'm genuinely goin crazy with the lack of content for Jill and I'm not sure if I've said it before but I've been lookin at the straight art of Jill with the guys (I hate you Chris. and Carlos and you too Leon) and pretendin that it's me instead that's how fkin desperate I am.

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Thinkin about older Jill, who's wondering why it’s so hard for her to concentrate at work, and then, just as she’s finally getting back into focus you send her a selfie. All she can do is let out a soft groan and quickly shut off her phone, only for her fingers to freeze over the keyboard as she stares at the screen. She sighs when she finds herself biting her inner lip just to keep from smiling, telling Chris to shut up, even though all he did was give her a knowing smirk. Leaving her seat to take a walk, acting all frustrated, like her whole life is falling apart.

When she comes home, she doesn’t even greet you. She just grabs and corners you in mock confrontation, being all serious about the Dos and Don’ts while she’s at work, while you just stand there, nodding along to everything she says. “You’re not actually listening,” she sighs again in defeat, shaking her head as your smirk grows wider, then finally scoops you up to take you somewhere she can vent all her frustration on you.

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hii it’s horny jill anon again but you prob already know who I am haha🙈 I have a new request, could you write more of jill and reader scissoring BUT reader is on top of jill this time and is the horny one??? I wanna see how jill would react sm😩🤤

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۶ৎ Never really connected the dots but now that you've mentioned it, I know now (your requests are just 💋).

۶ৎ I can't help but think Jill would unintentionally try to be the dominant one (but ofc she fails this time) because she's just such a wanna-be know-it-all boss in everythin lmfao.

Your parents were barely in the air when you invited your girlfriend over. Funnily enough, she had been the one unsure about the idea, worried your parents might find out and see her as a "bad influence." But now, as she stepped out of the room in her home clothes, shorts that were way too short, you were shocked she even owned something like that. And of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. She knew exactly what she was wearing, and where your eyes were, but she acted casual, plopping down beside you a little too roughly, her breasts bouncing slightly with the impact as she sighed and started clicking through the remote. Her warm thigh brushed against yours. Her side profile was just too perfect, hair tied into a little ponytail at the back, exposing the soft curve of her neck. You gave up trying to hide your gaze because she knew you were staring. A small smile crept onto her lips as she slowly turned to look at you, a cheeky one, resting her head on her palm, with her cheeks slowly turning pink.

"Yes?" she asked, a little too softly, clearly playing innocent.

You could only sigh before pouncing on her, crashing your lips against hers as you grabbed her face. You gave her no space to breathe as she struggled under you, trying to shift your thighs into a proper position while your legs tangled together in the rush of heat. As she moaned into your kisses, you couldn’t help but slide your hand under her shirt to play with her nipples. Clearly she had her own plan too as she pushed you away just enough to take off her top, tossing it aside, shimmying her shoulders beneath you to adjust herself again. She looked up at you with those puppy eyes, her breasts rising and falling with every movement, her hands resting above her head as she gave you a full view of herself.

"You're too perfect," you whispered before kissing her again, your hands massaging her breasts and nipples, grabbing a handful since she had plenty to offer. You made your way down to her neck, sucking hard and leaving prints, her hand on the back of your head as she tried to push you in closer. Your right hand made its way to her pussy, disappointed to feel fabric still in the way. You looked down and pulled at her waistband, peeking inside, only to find her shaved mound waiting for you.

"Just too hot nowadays," Jill said calmly. And it was true, you knew she genuinely meant it, not just to seduce you.

"I know," you said, your hands catching her waistband again, trying to pull it down, but Jill wasn’t moving. You looked up at her, only to find her biting her nail with those lustful eyes, giggling softly, clearly mocking you.

"Why so desperate?" Jill teased. But she quickly helped remove her shorts after you gave her a death stare. This time, she didn’t bother to adjust herself like before, giving you full control to move her however you wanted. As you stared at her naked body, toned yet soft in all the right places, with some areas slightly tanned from her recent days under the sun, Jill said nothing to rush you, as you took off your own shorts and began lifting her legs.

"Stop," Jill suddenly said, grabbing onto your shirt and tugging it down by the sleeve. You quickly had to compromise before she actually tore it apart, she had done it once before. Now, both of you were equal. Jill bit her lip as she repositioned you by lifting you by the waist, and you helped by readjusting your legs, your left resting a little over her lower stomach as you positioned your clit above hers, pressing it firmly, maybe a little too hard. Jill let out a whiny “ow” and pouted as you immediately apologized, holding her hand in a silent gesture of remorse. You wetted your right fingers, rubbing them first over yourself then more on her before pressing your pussies together again, this time softly. Jill let out a long sigh, arching her back just slightly into your body as she relaxed beneath you. She pulled your hand toward her face, guiding you to cup her cheek for support as you ground your pussy against hers, gradually building momentum. Jill went limp under you, surrendering full control of her body. The sound between your pussies grew louder as your pace picked up.

Looking at her, you couldn’t help but pause and pull back slightly, your fingers spreading her pussy, admiring the shades and folds before smearing her slickness gently across her clit. Jill wriggled beneath you as you played with her swollen clit, giving it a small pinch to tease a reaction. But instead of jerking, she only moaned and looked at you with those puppy eyes, biting her thumb again. It was too irresistible, the way she was spread out under you. You couldn't help yourself, pressing your pussy against hers again, this time with more force, grinding directly against her hot swollen clit. Jill grew noisy again, her cheeks flushed and her eyebrows drawn so tightly that you had to caress her face to remind her to relax, only for her to grab it tight and suck on it and release herself.

But her pussy was grinding back instinctively, growing more forceful, threatening to overpower yours. Even though you were on top, she could flip you in an instant and take control so you had to keep up. Your slick was everywhere, coating her inner thighs as you humped whatever you could, satisfied by any contact with her. But clearly, Jill wasn’t satisfied. With sudden force, she moved your hips, frustrated to the point that she didn’t even acknowledge you calling her name. At this point, it was a fight for dominance, both of you shifting, repositioning, trying to get the upper hand until you finally pressed her down harder to stop her.

Jill whined in frustration, unable to handle the sudden overstimulation, her hands desperately grabbing for the nearest cushion while your hand stayed busy guiding her. Your muscles tensed as you picked up speed, holding her in place. Jill bit down on the cushion, gripping your wrist again tightly, her head tipping up at the same time as yours as both your pussies throbbed hard against each other.

She couldn’t even look at you when you crawled toward her afterward, her legs still trembling, her hands trying to hold them steady. She could only manage a shy and embarrassed smile, too sweet to not kiss.

"Jill," you called her, a little worried and surprised, lifting her chin when she couldn’t do so herself. Her ponytail had come loose, so you helped her take it off, letting her brunette hair fall freely. You rubbed her thigh to calm her down. Being on top had clearly placed her in an unbreakable submissive state, and she let you take full control, her eyes following your fingers as they playfully trailed across her stomach and chest while her breathing steadied, just an attempt to bring her back.

"Let’s quickly take a bath together. Then we can nap, alright? C’mon Jill," you said, cutting in to remind her as her eyes began to flutter shut, her nose scrunching and lips pouting slightly at your words. She clearly wanted more time with you, as if the two of you weren’t about to bathe together in the same tub.

Jill stayed sluggish, intentionally so, as she looked up at you with her hand resting under her chin, trying so hard to seduce you again with that figure of hers. You had to summon every ounce of strength not to give in, instead taking her hand and gently pulling her up.

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I keep thinking about how some pictures of Milla Jovovich remind me so much of Jill, especially her with her short hair in the RE movies. I already know Sasha looks a lot like Milla. Their faces are just too beautiful.

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can you please write Jill x spy reader?

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Velvet

۶ৎ Not sure whether this was supposed to be an NSFW fic and I'm sorry if it wasn't >< Other than that, I had fun writin this heheh bcuz I got to write about violent Jill.

۶ৎ Background - Reader got beaten up by Jill years ago, literally.

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It felt like a punch to the stomach when you saw her. You stopped in your tracks, and somehow even you couldn’t control your facial expression anymore, trying to turn around, but your eyes were glued to her. Your mind was rushing you to look away, because you knew it’d only be a few seconds until she felt your gaze on her. And you were right, because that was how it went last time, thinking you were maybe two steps ahead.

You needed that role, so you acted confident. That’s what they said, right? Confidence is key. But you realized that too late. That’s not how that world was made to be. You only realized it when you were lying along the side of the road, gasping, skipping breaths, coughing up blood. Your vision was limited from how swollen your left eye was, and you were choking on the blood flowing from both your mouth and nose.

You wanted to die. Death would have been more merciful at that point. But maybe she was too. A few more minutes and you would’ve been at the pearly gates. You guessed she was only interested in making you a lesson. But she must have known. Your world wasn’t interested in lessons. Killing you wouldn’t have made them stop. That’s why she stopped. Even a reaper takes mercy sometimes.

She was still unpredictable, you thought. Maybe these past few years would have given you some clearer vision. And as she made eye contact with you, you just sighed. That operation had long since ended. Neither of you served any benefit or threat to the other now. You saw no reason to acknowledge the slight nod she gave, just continued staring at her. You took a sip from your drink, unintentionally showing her the scar on your right arm, the one she gave you.

You better keep moving, you thought. Nothing explicitly wrong, but being seen with your target, when she wasn’t even in your scope, and especially at a casual conference like this, totally irrelevant to your field. Your people would have put a bounty on your head by the next morning.

You skillfully excused yourself from the others, even managing to snatch some keys from a guard. You smiled a little at the thought of having access to some exclusive rooms, grabbing some snacks along the way. Better make it quick though, you reminded yourself.

Making your way down the hallway, offering sweet smiles to everyone, you already knew how to blend in with your sweet looks, unconsciously announcing that you're not a threat. Locking yourself inside the private room, you chuckled at how spacious and luxurious it was. You checked for cameras, even though you knew there weren’t any, just to be sure. Then you plopped yourself onto the velvet couch. Surely, even if you got caught, it wouldn't matter. You weren’t murdering anyone.

You let your muscles relax, rubbing the velvet underneath your fingers, mindlessly admiring the quality. Your eyes were almost closing at the softness, until you heard the door unlock.

You quickly propped yourself up, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets when you recognized that face. Swiftly, you stood and backed away, scanning her body for any weapons as she locked the door behind her. Instinctively, you reached for your weapon, but remembered you had to surrender it at the entrance. Your expression hardened like armor the moment you realized you were vulnerable. You didn’t care if she had no weapon either, because she had already fucked you up once without one.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your voice hard, doing your best not to swallow as your throat suddenly felt dry.

"What are you doing here?" she replied.

You weren’t a coward, but this woman, those words alone, had you cowering in fear. You squinted your eyes and bit your inner lip, showing your dissatisfaction, though you were slowly backing away, like a kitten with her tail puffed up, all hiss.

"You have good taste," she said, looking around, drink in one hand as she slowly took a seat in your spot, leaving her purse beside her. So carefree it felt insulting. Clearly, you were of no threat to her. She knew she could handle you anytime, anywhere. Her body was a stark contrast to yours. Yours tense, shoulders raised, back pressed against a wall.

"How did you get in?" you asked, still a little curious.

Jill looked at you, her face muscles showing nothing, but her eyes giving you a Really? look as she ignored your question.

As she stood up, your elbow accidentally hit the corner of the case beside you, earning a sigh from her as she looked so disappointed in you. You didn’t know what for.

"Don’t come any closer," you warned.

Jill only looked at you up and down before taking more steps toward you, clearly mocking you. You glanced behind her, trying to find somewhere you could run to, but your body just froze in fear. That’s it, you thought. At least you’ll die in peace, in velvet luxury.

She grabbed your right arm, yanking it harder when you tried to pull away. No use trying to fight her. Better to just let her do whatever she wanted. She traced your scar with her merciless eyes, no remorse in sight, just curiosity guiding her fingers, her touch reminding you that this was what you got for messing with her. That you’d receive the same treatment if you even dared to try again.

She took a seat behind you, facing you this time.

"You’re still as obvious as ever," Jill said, sounding more like a mentor scolding a student than offering criticism. "Why?"

You looked down. You hadn’t really thought about why. It was a stupid question. She should have known better.

"Why?" Jill prompted again. Didn’t matter if you didn’t know how to answer.

"I don’t know! I didn’t have a choice and why are you asking me-"

"I hate people like you," Jill replied, leaving you speechless at the audacity. Though you knew better than to talk back. She might leave you speechless forever this time.

"Come here."

You took a few seconds before walking toward her. You wanted to maintain at least some pride, since she had been stealing it from you every single time. Every step felt like a walk toward the edge of a cliff. Jill leaned in and grabbed you by the back of your thigh. You were already close, but not close enough for her.

"Where is that from?" she asked, pointing to your left thigh, the scar that went from the middle and all the way up.

"Berlin."

Clearly, she was impressed, smiling at you, then back at your scar as she took a closer look, touching it firmly. Your muscles tensed at her touch, slowly trying to give her hints to stop, but she continued, rubbing your thigh, tracing the scar that disappeared under your dress. Jill slid her hand beneath your dress, still following the scar, pulling the fabric upward. Her eyes stayed fixed on your thigh, paying no attention to your panties. It was humiliating, but for the first time ever, she wished she had paid attention to it.

"I can do better," Jill said, showing off. "Right?" She looked up at you again.

And when your face started to show the slightest bit of fear, she laughed, making you flinch a little.

"I'm not interested in you," she reassured, though her fingers opposed her words as both hands rubbed the sides of your hips, massaging slowly. Finally, her eyes dropped to your panties. She showed no expression, as if she had seen it a million times. Her finger pushed your panties aside as she stared, not sure at what. When you moved back a little, she grabbed you even closer, continuing her inspection of your mound. You knew she was wondering why it was shaved, especially when you saw that smirk of hers. She looked back up at you, her eyes now suggesting something. Her hands finally retreated, and you knew what she wanted.

You removed your panties, pulling up your dress again, so she didn’t have to work for it.

"Good."

She grabbed the back of your thighs, pressing your lips, and then spreading one side apart with one finger, her fingernail hurting you. Bending down slightly to press a long kiss to your mound, inhaling the scent, using her tongue to suck on the sweet spot between your mound and the top of your clit. Your legs trembled to buckle, your hands finding the courage to grab onto her hands. Jill stared at your hands for a while, considering whether to swipe them off before deciding to focus on what's in front of her. Clearly, she has had experience in this too. Hell you can never beat her, she was using both her mouth and tongue to suck hard, tilting her head here and there, biting on your lips so hard that you just whined, and then moaning once again when she finally sucked on your clit. This one is definitely gonna bruise too, you thought. Her fingernails slipping and scratching you as she desperately tried to spread your lip apart, resorting to pull you down towards her onto the couch as she laid her chest below you, her face between your legs, giving you no time to adjust when she went down again.

Continuing her task, holding your thighs in place, your hand on her shoulder to tap her whenever she hurt you. At this point, you just knew her ego inflated when you tapped her, because she ignored every single one of them. Not that you would ever complain as your slick stained the bridge of her nose and coated her lips. She was the one who looked up in frustration when your slick got on to the side of her mouth, wiping it away as if it was your fault. Whenever you breathed or gasped too hard, she always looked up at you in impatience, but you noticed how she always slowed down a little when you did it. For someone who complained so much, she sure was trying to get every bit of your honey, spreading everything apart.

You tried your best not to squirm, but it was hard, your thigh accidentally bumping her cheek and you muttered a quick sorry. Jill stared at you, her eyes softened a little now, and you swear you caught a smile as she continued. She wasn't just eating, she was making love to it, doing such a beautiful job at it as she covered every corner, unafraid of everything, taking everything you willingly gave her. She gave you a choice, and you chose the best one, such a long time since you did so you thought, as you let yours eyes close for a moment, thinking about Jill who once again has full control of your body, a little different this time as you clenched around her tongue, making Jill moan out a soft Fuck as she switched to using her finger, gathering the slick around her finger.

"C'mon." She handed her finger in front of you as you obediently sucked on it.

"You didn't finish your job." She complained when she pulled her finger back, licking off the remainder of it while giving you a death glare. Whether she's the kind to hold a grudge, you didn't know. But you got your answer the moment she shoved three fingers inside, making you gasp so loud as she quickly latched onto your clit quickly, trying to balance out the pain as she sees your furrowed brows.

The mix between pain and pleasure making you clench so hard around her fingers that it almost stopped her from pumping them in and out. Jill wet her left index and middle fingers, pinching your swollen clit, rubbing them along the sides and squeezing it while she licked your folds, making her busy while you struggled to breathe, trying to find what to grab and finding the courage to just rest your hand on her head instead as you lost control. Quickly looking down to give her a signal but Jill already knew as your walls clenched around her and your thighs tensed on her shoulders, your back arched under her and your clit bumped into her nose as you finally came.

Jill proceeded to only wipe the couch, carefully wiping away your stains, while you struggled to put on your panties, hands somehow shaky and legs weak, seeing stars after getting up immediately.

"Do you need help?" Jill asked without looking at you.

Before you could respond, she was already beside you, completing the task as if you had forced her hand.

"You can’t go back out there alone," she said flatly.

"Why not?"

Just as the words left your mouth, a series of sharp knocks echoed against the door. Jill turned toward it, then glanced back at you, her eyes asking a silent question if you're coming or not. As she fixed her dress and ruffled her hair, she looked you up and down, then tugged your dress down slightly.

She sure is something, you thought.

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Hey guys I know I've been inactive this week, can't predict when but will do my best to get to the requests as soon as I can 🤍